The opening of the door lasted for fifteen minutes and thirteen seconds!
This is not only a test of human psychology, but also a test of human physical strength!
If you don't choose the right posture, I'm sorry, it will be countless times more painful than standing in the military posture!
The "it" in front of Meng Fei even lowered his body, lying on the ground in a twisted posture, to look at Meng Fei's face, and then grinned.
"Oooh, mom, it's so scary!"
"If you don't play spicy, you won't play spicy!"
"Evil retreats, evil retreats!"
"Super you!"
"Watching this at night is really creepy!"
But some people discovered that "it" did not leave the scope of the room.
"Can I not enter the hotel room?"
"No, no, no, it should be said that this weird person can't get out of the room, right?"
Meng Fei always maintained a "meditating" posture, his whole body relaxed and without any pressure.
"It" slowly retreated into the room, and the door closed with a click.
After the door closed, Meng Fei did not get up in a hurry. He waited for a few more minutes. According to Meng Fei's guess, the thing should suddenly open the door again and kill him.
Or, he didn't close the door tightly, leaving a gap so that when he opened his eyes, he would be right there.
But there is indeed no sound.
The disgusting cold feeling also disappeared.
Meng Fei stretched his muscles and stood up. He said, "Don't move, don't look."
This time, the strange talk about the rules was a bit too exciting, and now the weird live broadcast is a lot quieter.
Meng Fei stared at the rules in front of him. He stretched out his hand and repeated it to himself.
Meng Fei said: "Of the six rules, at most one will be wrong and two will be contradictory."
"The first one is absolutely correct. The remaining five, well, the fourth one has been modified. The font of the last half of the fifth sentence is slightly different. There is definitely something wrong with the sixth one."
This is something that can simply be judged.
However, Meng Fei's words also made the audience a little confused, how could he be so sure?
What if it is deliberately modified to be correct?
Meng Fei's information was also submitted to the flower grower's weird research team immediately.
The researchers of the Weird Researcher looked at the information they had obtained and found it very difficult to speak.
The twenty-four researchers, after a brief silence, said: "No, let's not disclose the information now, right?"
In the past, the player's specialties and possible ability to pass the customs rules will be described to increase the confidence of the flower growers in passing the customs.
But now, researchers feel that if Meng Fei's information is released, it will probably drive many people crazy.
[Patient Meng Fei of Qingshan Mental Hospital was admitted to Qingshan Mental Hospital three years ago and suffered from mania, persecutory delusions, and delusions of animal transformation. 】
If the previous players could still give the flower growers a little hope, Meng Fei's message would probably directly extinguish that hope, right?
Who would expect a mentally ill person to save people's lives by clearing the rules and weird stories?
Moreover, the flower grower had the misfortune to have a mental patient enter the strange rules story before. The mentally ill person went crazy immediately at the beginning. Oh my god, he couldn't even hold on for an hour.
As for Meng Fei's words, the researchers didn't pay attention at all.
Who cares, what a madman says?
But even so, everyone still stood in front of the strange live broadcast, watching Meng Fei's actions.
Meng Fei looked at the rules and made sure he had memorized them, but he was still a little uneasy.
Persecution paranoia, Meng Fei always feels that someone is going to do something treacherous to him!
"I knew that none of you had good intentions!"
Meng Fei said angrily: "I knew it must be Xiaocui and the dean who joined forces to trick me!"
Meng Fei was so angry that he almost shed tears, but he still took a strong breath and said:
"I will never let your conspiracy succeed!"
"You damn ones, you want to kill me for nothing, yuh uh uh!"
The audience of flower growers: "..."
What the size of your mother! You psycho!
Meng Fei looked like a stubborn little white flower who would rather die than give in. He stared angrily at the door in front of him and muttered.
"When I get out, I will make you pay the price! Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"
The audience of flower growers: "..."
"Damn it, I don't even believe this is crazy."
"My heart is so tired and I won't fall in love again. We have so many people with high IQs, why did we choose a lunatic?"
"I feel like it would be better to choose a primary school student to enter than him."
"Hahahaha, you're laughing so hard. Don't you think that the quality of the people is excellent and their intelligence is beyond the average level? You actually chose a lunatic! You win, keep winning!"
"Damn it, guys, there's a spy! Fuck him!"
The live broadcast room was in chaos.
Meng Fei looked at the door of the room with a deep expression.
Then, Meng Fei knocked on the door for the second time, and then quickly adjusted his posture to the cross-legged sitting just now.
Meng Fei closed his eyes and started timing by himself, but this time, he not only counted sixty, he counted a full two hundred.
Players from other countries have already entered the room, but Meng Fei is still sitting still.
And there are still a very small number of players who want to leave directly without entering the room.
Then, not three meters away from the initial position, he was swallowed by the carpet in the corridor, or his neck was cut off by the mural on the wall.
It's just a murderous move. If you make a wrong move, you'll be in trouble.
The bloody and horrifying scene made many people of the flower-growing family huddle under the quilt, typing and cursing the idiots who had nothing to do to watch their country's live broadcast, while muttering in their mouths:
"The quilt is safe, the quilt is safe, the quilt is safe."
In the world of rules and ghost stories, Meng Fei had already finished counting and made sure that the door in front of him was not open. Then he got up, carefully took the room card in his pocket, and opened the door.
With a beeping sound, the door was opened.
Meng Fei stood at the door, wondering whether to go in. He said, "The most likely thing is that it will be waiting for me at the door as soon as I enter."
"Yeah, but no, you have to go in. Only by going in can you get the new rule paper."
"And if it is there as soon as I enter, then there is almost a certain probability of death, which is against the rules."
"But what if? What if it's really here? It's so distressing."
Meng Fei pinched his copper coin, and then took it off again. This time, he made a sound.
"Go in."
I took pictures of copper coins again, and what I photographed was the front with "Tianxi Tongbao" engraved on it.
Meng Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I won't die. Go in."
The viewers of the weird live broadcast were stunned for a moment.
"No, what is going on?"
"Why do you have to toss a coin if you can't get in? He really made me cry!"
"I don't care about Sister Li at all."
“Could this be Greater China’s long-lost fortune-telling?”
"Can anyone tell us what the ritual is?"
...
Although the others were stunned for a while, it didn't stop Meng Fei from pushing open the door of the hotel room and carefully observing everything like a small animal.
